I'm cynical, they say...

Petrified, maybe.

Disgusted by his ways,

A conscious is clear and I fear it is free to betray

Premeditated crime,

He plans and drinks until it's time

A crutch to use upon his prey,

She didn't know, it's not the way to love

And I will judge a book by its cover

Because you know it's all we have

And I will judge a book by its cover

So break my binding, and tear my paper, just leave a page to sign your name.

It's evident today,

And the evidence lays awake,

Regretting her last drink,

Drank her way to the bed and she said go ahead with a wink.

Justifies his ways,

And he can't look at her face

He utters those three words

She's oblivious but tomorrow she will learn.

Don't worry I can keep a secret

Don't worry he can keep a secret

Don't worry,

Come on now doll you know you've got a secret